Prompt 2Description: A six tiered white wedding cake with black stenciling and white flowers on it.

Prompt 3"We're all damaged."

Prompt 4new assignment meant a change of costumes

Prompt 5out of control

Prompt 6+laughter | half | glasses | costume

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Like all of them, Dr. Foreman likes to deny that he's become House. House is more arrogant than anyone needs to be, and his crap about not needing anyone gets old. Though Foreman is just as happy if House doesn't need him.

But Foreman has developed a recklessness, a determination to be right as a goal in itself. And when he looks around, he sees it in the rest of them too. You can't put up with House for long without getting into the act, it seems. Foreman thought he knew what was really important, but now they're all forgetting.

"Because we're in a manga, Take-pon," Kentaro explained patiently. "It simply couldn't have been any other color. I promise you it will taste just as good as if it'd been red and blue which would have been very fitting colors for our wedding cake, since it's the color of our costumes, even if I know we're not allowed to talk about that in public."

"It's – I'm – " Takeshi appeared to be at a loss for words.

Kentaro beamed at him. "You're very welcome, darling."

"A wedding?"

"I thought we might as well proclaim our love to the world. Marry me?"

Title:Sky's The LimitBy: Bridget McKennittCharacter: Angel SalvadoreRating: GWord Count: 100Prompt: new assignment meant a change of costumesContains: No warnings in as far I know that can't be extrapolated from the header itself.Disclaimer: X-Men First Class is owned by other companies. They are used here without permission, and for entertainment purposes only. No challenge or infringement upon the copyright is intended, nor should any be inferred. Written for Chromatic Vision's drabblethon.

All three Prado brothers had courted Sylvia, once. Oscar was too dissolute--charming, yes, but without plans or ambition. Not someone to support a family. Ramon had the drive Oscar lacked, but too much of it, untempered by kindness. He was like her father, ready to protect her from the world but not from himself.

In Miguel, she thought she’d found the perfect balance, someone who could channel his anger into his work and bring only tenderness home. Now, as his hours grow later and his fuse shorter, she wishes she’d seen his brothers as the warning that they were.

It’s market day in a tiny hamlet when Cehmai sees her, and he would have walked past unknowing if her hands weren’t dripping blood. She’s thinner, now, her midnight hair silvered. But with her crimson-streaked apron and upraised butcher’s knife, she looks the picture of a vengeful ghost.

Vengeance makes him think Idaan, makes him look closer, makes him see the past in her age-worn face.

When Sam opened the door, Steve remained on the threshold, blinking. Judging from his white knuckles, he was close to choking the wine he held.

"C'mon in." Sam stepped aside. Finally had to tug on Steve's cuff to get him to move.

"Look nice," Steve managed.

"Could say the same of you." Sam touched his newly-cut hair.

Out of costume, they felt ridiculous. Neither wore a tie, but both sported blazer and crisp slacks. They stood like two virgins, shuffling feet, darting eyes. Steve might be comfortable with cowl and shield, but Sam wore civvies more than he wore the wings. This -- this was different. Dress up for a date, you both know you mean business.

Steve probably wished for a HYDRA invasion; Sam'd take a call from the office. Anything to break the tension.

"No," Mai said flatly, flicking out a knife for added emphasis when Ty Lee stepped closer. She wouldn't cut her friend, but she had no compunctions about ripping the green and gold monstrosity she was holding to shreds.

"But Mai," Ty Lee protested, "You came to Kyoshi Island so no one could find you! You'll stand out like a dragon in a messenger hawk's nest if you keep wearing those gloomy clothes."

"I don't care. I am not wearing that."

With a sigh, Ty Lee lowered the Kyoshi warrior uniform. "I guess it would have clashed with your aura, anyway."

He curled up on the sofa next to his lady and watched as she flipped through wedding magazines. It was almost like re-living the days when she had been desperately searching for things they could replicate on his tiny salary, but with more years and five kids behind them.

“I like this one,” Monique said, smiling.

Bobby looked at the black and white cake. “That’s a lot of cake, baby. You sure it ain’t overkill?”

“I think after fifteen years of marriage, we finally deserve the real deal, don’t you?”

"Sometimes," Tamaki said solemnly, "fuzzy is just what the world needs to be," and he was an idiot, no two ways about it - 'fuzzy' was never what the world needed to be, but by the time Kyoya'd thought of a polite, tactful way to say this (because Tamaki was naked and in his bed and Kyoya just didn't feel up to the effort un-hurting Tamaki's feelings would require), Tamaki'd already taken away his glasses, and, all right, perhaps there sometimes were things you could do for which it didn't matter quite so much how fuzzy or unfuzzy the world was.